Shuiyun Pavilion is located in an extremely remote place in the county lord's mansion, this place seems to have been forgotten, only a few people in the mansion are busy coming in and out, and people from other mansions rarely come to walk around. The courtyard seems to be the same as the child's temperament, and it is extremely deserted.

In recent days, red lanterns have been hanging on the eaves of Shuiyun Pavilion. When you walk into the Water Cloud Pavilion, you will see the arch of hanging flowers.

A long corridor paved with long green bricks connects several houses, the front is the hall, the back is the child's bedroom, the willow trees are planted on both sides of the room, and it extends to the courtyard wall of the Shuiyun Pavilion, the gray courtyard wall is full of hanging baskets, and some hanging baskets naughtily stretch their branches into the courtyard wall to add some vitality to this courtyard.

Walking back along the hanging basket full of walls, walking more than ten meters away, is a large open space, near the courtyard wall planted an old locust tree, the locust tree is tall and straight, gray and black rough old bark, like a devil dog's teeth staggered around this thick trunk, extending to the sky. A scarecrow hangs from the slightly sloping tree, and the scarecrow is painted with the eight veins of the human meridians.

Fifteen steps away from this scarecrow, there stood a high-waisted Confucian skirt wearing a light purple blue lotus, faint purple, embroidered with a white crape myrtle flower on the skirt, a purple belt tied around the waist, looking like a colorful figure, the hem of the dress was embroidered with a fluttering butterfly, the hair was tied by a hairband at will, gathered behind him and fluttered in the wind, interacting with the butterfly on the skirt, fluttering together, a pair of beautiful big eyes flickering, looking extremely clever.

Standing in the shade of a tree, she flew towards the little straw man with a knife, which flew halfway through and missed.

Ziwei was so angry that she lifted the hem of her skirt and tied it on her belt, revealing a pair of small embroidered shoes, she stretched out her right foot, kicked a stone under her feet towards the little straw man, and scolded hatefully: "Bastard, it's a bully again." “

Purging his cheeks, he stared at the two open hands of the little straw man, and these two hands were open as if they were laughing: "The county lord shoots here, he has the ability, come on." “

Ziwei hatefully picked up a small knife and stabbed it at the straw man's hand, and after a while, the knife just didn't listen to her, flew halfway, and turned around and fell down halfway. Deeply rooted in the grass, the spikelets on the hilt of the knife swayed violently from side to side.

Ziwei was so anxious that sweat broke out on her forehead, and she sat on the ground with a grunt and stopped doing it.

There is a fire in my heart, don't look over my head at Shui Zhihan sitting in the shelter that was temporarily erected, I am angry in my heart, this awning is obviously built for her, and she has not enjoyed it well as the county lord, he dominates the awning every day, sits in it and drinks tea and looks at the sky, what is there to see on this day!

She also looked at the sky with his eyes, in the blue sky, hanging a fiery sun, the sun was like a fireball, radiant, all the brilliance on her body was swayed, so hot that people sweated, and on a hot day, she was not asked to go into the shed to hide from the hot sun, it would be cool.

This guy is too ruthless.

This canopy was like a bait, attracting Ziwei to keep looking at the simple shed that had been erected temporarily, and she only gasped in her heart.

I remember the first day when she was brought here by Hunt Qi, it was also such weather, the sun was hot, she was so hot that she was sweating, clamoring to go back to the dormitory, and the bright fruits that were brought from the dining room to wash were put on the table, and the water droplets on the skin of the fruit were sucked dry by the sun.

The crape myrtle was full of red and bright eyes, and the whole backyard was shining golden by the fiery sun.

The old man with her tongue stretched out from Ziwei's hot hand, took the fan from Hunt Qi's hand and fanned it desperately on her body, fanning back and forth, the fan was full of hot air, but it still didn't relieve the fever, and a fire ignited in her heart, and her hair was hot.

At this time, the birds overhead also came to join in the fun, hid in the branches and jumped around, still hot, so they jumped on the branches and chirped non-stop, as if to say: "It's hot, it's hot, it's hot, it's hot, it's hot, it's hot today." ”

The little bird made Ziwei's heart even more irritable, she picked up a small stone and threw it at the bird that was crying: "Kill you, see if you still scream." ”

The frightened bird chirped and flew out of the bushes, and the bird fluttered its wings and flew away. I went to find a better place to live and cool off.

Ziwei's heart also flew, and she no longer wanted to stay in this place where birds don't, clamoring to leave here, Shui Zhi's cold eyes shot at Ziwei incomprehensibly, and his eyes hinted at her: "The heart is calm and naturally cool"

Suddenly, she found that this cold-hearted son, at this time the advantage was shown, they were all hot and sweating, but there was not a drop of sweat on his forehead, she understood the mystery of his body.

It turns out that practicing the cold ice palm still has such an effect, which is incredible. She was even more unhappy in her heart.

She snorted: "If you are not hot, it does not mean that others are not hot, you practice cold ice palms, I don't have any palms, you are really full of food and the whole family is not hungry." ”

Crape myrtle is struggling with Shui Zhihan.

Ziwei was leaving, and Shui Zhihan shot at her with no room for maneuver.

The two of them stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes to see who would move first.

In the process of startling, the little bird fluttered its wings and flew out of the bushes desperately, shaking off the leaves on the trees, and the leaves fell one after another, landing on Shui Zhihan's forehead, and his eyes blinked.

"Ha, you lost, I can leave this hellish place." Ziwei reacted quickly and jumped past him, her wrist grabbed: "You bastard"

Ziwei struggled, and after a while, she stopped moving, and an indescribable smile welled up on her little face. A stream of cold air continued to spread from his palm to her whole body through her palm, and in an instant, the heat of her body was washed away by the cold, and the sweat was immediately dried up, and her whole body was very comfortable.

This guy is incredible

Hunt Qi also found a few subordinates at some point and set up an awning not far from them. There is no reason for crape myrtle to clamore to leave here, and she nests in the awning to enjoy the shade at every turn.

This kind of scene didn't last long, and this cold-hearted son was very dissatisfied with Ziwei, so he put his nest in the shed with a cold face, and pushed out Ziwei, who was reluctant to go out to practice flying knives, and was not allowed to stay in the shed for a long time. He kept the shed every day, and he didn't allow her to come in to enjoy the shade.

Ziwei sat in the shade of the tree angrily, staring at the cold lover in the black robe and black face. Wipe the sweat from your forehead.

A small head poked out from under the old locust tree, and Xiaomei took advantage of the fact that the son was not paying attention, immediately flashed out, ran to Ziwei, poured tea and handed it to her.

Ziwei took the tea, raised her neck and "gurgling", and handed the cup to Xiaomei: "Another cup." “

Xiaomei immediately filled the empty cup, and Ziwei took another sip, and her thirsty and smoking throat moistened.

Ziwei's little face was hot and red, the sweat on her forehead flowed down her face, Xiaomei picked up a handkerchief and quickly wiped the sweat off Ziwei's face, and muttered softly: "County Lord, look, the son is in the shade, but let the county lord suffer this crime, really, why are you so stupid, what kind of flying knife do you practice, how can this be learned by a woman?" Look for sin. ”

Ziwei scolded hatefully: "Bastards, they are all unscrupulous people, lie to me, flying knives are fun, one knife is accurate, look, there are knives all over the ground, and none of them pierced the straw man." ”

Xiaomei followed Ziwei's fingers to see that not far in front of her, a few knives fell, and these knives didn't even touch the side of the straw man. Just halfway through, he apostatized and fell, and he was crooked in the grass. Restless staggering.

Seeing Ziwei's face flushed, she couldn't help complaining: "And Lu is the most important thing for women, some women get together, they are all compared to how many good things she will get on the day of Ji Lu, Nanning Ji Lu, her husband and maid specially sold her a lot of silk and satin from the outside to please the county lord of Nanning, you are really!" Your day is strange, Qi Gongzi dominates your night of Jilu, coaxes you to play the piano flute and Ming, Shui Gongzi pretends to be a ghost to scare you, so that you are deceived into learning what martial arts, I really don't know how the county lord will be coaxed by the son, and run to a place where the ghost does not come on a hot day to learn what flying knives. I don't understand what you think. ”

Hum!

Ziwei snorted as she learned from Shui Zhihan, Xiaomei knew that she had annoyed the county lord and poked her in the sore spot, making her unhappy.

She tapped Ziwei's mind and guessed that she was a little annoyed with the princess at this time, and she shouldn't go with the flow and let the county lord be deceived.

Xiaomei, who pretended to be smart, also complained a few words: "Yes." Practicing martial arts is what the masters do, why coaxing the county lord to be fooled, I really don't know what the son is thinking, and he doesn't help when he sees the county lord suffering. The county lord doesn't practice like this, if you don't practice, the son won't dare to be more serious. ”

Xiaomei picked up the fan that Ziwei was still on the side, stood next to Ziwei, and desperately fanned Ziwei, looking at the son of the awning, he was angry and shouted for the county lord: "County Lord, look, the son sits in the awning and drinks, and you don't care about hanging you here in the sun, it's too bad, if you let the princess know, the county lord is being bullied by the prince here, I don't know what the anger looks like, the county lord doesn't practice, you can also enjoy the cool." ”

Xiaomei's words ignited the fire in Ziwei's heart like a fan. Ziwei threw the knife to the ground, and was about to turn around and leave, when suddenly, a cold voice came from the shed: "Xiaomei, you have a long life, right?" ”

As soon as the words fell, a small wooden stick landed on Xiaomei's toes, and the stick rolled on the ground and slid to Ziwei's feet, making Xiaomei scream in fright: "Childe spare his life, Xiaomei is guilty." ”

Xiaomei hurriedly said to Ziwei: "The county lord is too hot, the water is light and tasteless, and it is not delicious, I will bring you a plate of fruit in the dining room to quench your thirst." ”

Xiaomei didn't wait for Ziwei to reply and ran away, there was a scolding sound behind her, and Xiaomei also pretended not to hear it, and ran faster.

Chapter 263: Mei'er Flattering:/

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